04/02/2010

The weather in Utah is considerably less pleasant than the weather I'm used to enjoying back home in Eugene, Oregon. Here, there is snow and cold and wind. Then there's hot and sun and sweat, with hardly anything in between to indicate that spring actually exists.
I miss Eugene. I miss rain, and green, and dreadlocks and hippies. There are no hippies here (so far as I've found) and scarcely any dreadlocks, though I've seen one girl on campus who has them. I have been contemplating them myself, but I think I might be too afraid.
Anyways, some days, I wake up and pretend that I'm going to step outside and it will be overcast with the smell of rain permeating the air, the promise of dampness and puddles and green, but inevitably, I step out into reality instead.